worthless

so instead of wrapping up loose ends (aka PACKING MY ROOM) I am sitting and watching My So Called Life online and chattin' up random lesbians (uhm just one actually) that live in Wisconsin. My advisor keeps tryin to get me to minor in ART(fart) since I have so many fucking credits and I have to have a minor of some sort, but I think I will do African-American Studies instead, and then I will move to Compton and write a book about being a teeny-tiny white woman living in the hood with all the Bloods and Crips and shit. Oh wait. Already been done. But I think I will minor in African-American studies. I hope that doesn't come off as presumptuous. Like, if I met a dude (with male genitalia) that majored in Women's Studies I think I would just get really pissed off. But I am super crazy about men and them gettin in my shit and shit. Bookcase and I were talking during some part of our journey to/in/around/from Savannah about why she walks into a bar and like three dudes (non-genitalia specific) want to get down on one knee and propose, or atleast date her, like LEGITIMATELY date her and then when I walk in a bar I get dudes (no explanation necessary) that want to hump and dump. It kind of pisses me off. She (and my sis') say it is because I am so uhhhhmmmmm aggressive, or uhmmmmm, overwhelming, but I don't consider myself aggressive or overwhelming, I consider myself assertive and passionate. So yeah, take that all you humpers and dumpers. Whatevs, not like I haven't done my fair share of humping and dumping, and I could quite easily slide back into sex for fun mode, but that would just make no sense, considering I have made it so long with out sex. It will be interesting to see if I can remain celibate while surrounded by attractive people and NOT living in my parents basement. Let the true test begin I suppose. I move in five days. Hopefully some of my bjam boys will be coming to visit me my first weekend there, which would be so perfect as I would prefer a cuddle puddle in my bed my first nights there as opposed to a co-dependent molesting of souls which is what usually happens in my bed every night between me and Sofie. I hope she likes Savannah, I hope she likes living by herself, I hope she doesn't become lonely and depressed with no one around while I am gone. Skore, the Best of Cream just finished downloading now I can listen to it while I "pack". Peace.